(Friday. INT: apartment, night. Max(ine) Hellenberger in workout clothes, carrying a duffel bag, quietly cracks open the front door.)
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(Apartment is still dark, MH accidentally kicks a box)
MH: Ah, jeez, boxes everywhere, what the hell.
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(light flicks on. MH is frozen in place. JH is standing by the light switch, clearly nervous, wearing only a white t-shirt and boxers. He is still in his neck brace and cast, and is clutching a blunt instrument in his left hand.)
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JH: Please do not attack me.
MH: Likewise, I'm sure.